oh yea. and i also saw moop that i walked right by and didn't pick up.

i hated the moopers, but i hated myself for not doing anything.

and i also mooped some on 447 when my rmax panel on top of my truck vaporized in the wind.

and what else....

yeah i was naked and i sat on a cushion in center camp. but i totally clenched and sat to the side so the hole was nowhere near the cushion... but still

yea i think i'm good now.

no wait.

when i got to my hotel the first night after the burn i stood in the mirror for 20 minutes taking photos of myself because walking around for 7 days eating nothing but beef jerky had made me more lean, bronzed and sexy than i've ever been in my life.

Its such a whirlwind out there, that its way less awkward than if it happened in real life.....Flighty is kind of the norm out in BRC. Its just very rare that I am on this side of the coin, usually its me wondering what the heck is up.

I just shoulda told him, but I thought I might get cold later in the week and need his company. I tried but when yer not feelin it, yer not feelin it! Im so rarely a lead on, but I was this round.

A fellow from a neighboring camp and I had a mini connection for the first 2 days, but my feelings quickly disintegrated as soon as he started talking about spending the week together. Once the event actually started and I barely saw him after Monday although he came looking a few times. Sometimes it's just over before it begins....

Also I got reallly frustrated at some of the dynamics of my camp, and let it get to me a few times.

Really hated freebird and was secretly glad when they shut it off mid song.....just sayin...

Not being able to get home this year due to work and a new baby, I pulled out a bottle of stored playa dust from my virgin year to smell/sprinkle around, and in addition to sitting at home and watching the man and temple burn whilst drinking heavily, throughout the week I used lots of government resources to stream the burn while I should have been working.....

I think I gave our neighbors the spicy pickles. I tried another batch and I thought they were really spicy, so that probably means they're way too hot for normal humans who don't use siracha like ketchup. I feel guilty.

Another thing: the reason that I volunteered this year was partially to get myself a little space so I could flirt with other dudes. My partner is glorious and sexy and I would never look for anyone elses' companionship, but he, being a dude, never had to give up flirting with the opposite sex while in public with his partner. The fucking privations of hetero relationships.